Category: Grindstone

In shadows thick where shadows breed, Fae Aduin writhe and hunt and feed– On dreams unspoken, thoughts half-made,on embers bright and hopes unswayed. They thrive on warmth they cannot feel, on joy they choke and swiftly steal; To those who wander, lost and dim, they whisper, crooning dark dark hymns. With fingers black and sinewed…

I came across a troll, grumpy ‘neath a bridge, His coat well-traveled, woolen and frayed to the ends…

It’s dark now, the sun so far away And I find myself wondering, wind stirring howls…

In a cottage by the whispering wood, where shadow plays with light, There lived a seamstress, bent with care, who toiled each dawn till night…